Poetry
By: Marc Carver The Seagul I want to be like one of those old seagulls who knows he is close to death. No goodbyes no farewells They just go out to sea and keep flying they fly until they die….
Poetry
By: Daniel de Culla Being naked to bed From the bedside table Where my father kept condoms And historical naked stars Dreaming with them I took a big postcard That I thought was a chicken In a yard: It was…
Poetry
By: Daniel de Culla Where are you going, James Hilton? Where are you going, sad about you? -I’m looking for my Lost Horizons On the great bluish mountain of the Karakal In Baskul, Afghanistan. -If Tomás Moro is already dead In…
Poetry
By: Daniel de Culla Where are you going, James Hilton? Where are you going, sad about you? -I’m looking for my Lost Horizons On the great bluish mountain of the Karakal In Baskul, Afghanistan. -If Tomás Moro is already dead In…
Fiction
By: Ram Govardhan The towering, ornate Nigerian teak door at the end of lane is usually closed and persistently watched over by very old Rasul Chacha, as if he is on a continued lookout for someone wicked. Because the lane…
Fiction
By: Ruth Z Deming She’d kept his photo at the bottom of her jewelry box, under her stunning wedding ring that bastard Stewart had given back, after the four children were grown. She took back her maiden name, Goodland, had a…
Poetry
By: Johnny Gardner What I write is supposed to explain me But to limn is to betray me; how I portray my life, Revealing me, for who I am underneath. The sides of me most would never see, but believe. I…
Fiction
By: Michael Fryd The Social Order Police arrived in the nick of time before she had a chance to set the house on fire, and took her to the Holding Facility. This was her third violation and she wondered what would…
Fiction
By: Richard Tattoni “Don’t you like it here, Dick?” asked Dr. Everything-Will-Be-Alright. It was the oldest hospital in the city. I was in the emergency room. To be honest, there wasn’t a hospital room on the planet where I would want…












